Quotes About Reality

Ultimul act e sângeros; oricât de frumoas? ar fi comedia în rest; ni se arunc? p?mânt în cap ÅŸi cu asta se încheie totul pentru totdeauna.

Eloquence.— We need both what is pleasing and what is real, but that which pleases must itself be drawn from the true.

It is natural for the mind to believe, and for the will to love; [47] so that, for want of true objects, they must attach themselves to false.

Reason never wholly overcomes imagination, while the contrary is quite common.

Nous ne nous contentons pas de la vie que nous avons en nous et en notre propre être. Nous voulons vivre dans l'idée des autres d'une vie imaginaire, et nous nous efforçons pour cela de paraître

92] Cause and effect. It is then true to say that everyone is the victim of illusion, because the ordinary person's opinions are sound without being intellectually so, for he believes truth to be where it is not. There is certainly some truth in these opinions, but not as much as people imagine. It is true that we should honour the gentry but not because gentle birth is a real advantage.

What then is man to do in this state of affairs? Is he to doubt everything, to doubt if he is awake, whether he is being pinched or burned? Is he to doubt whether he is doubting, to doubt whether he exists? No one can go that far, and I maintain that a perfectly genuine sceptic has never existed.

La verdad está tan obnubilada en este tiempo y la mentira tan sentada que, a menos de amar la verdad, ya no es posible conocerla.

What astonishes us most is to observe that everyone is not astonished at his own weakness.

One says, It is two hours ago; the other says, It is only three-quarters of an hour. I look at my watch, and say to the one, You are weary, and to the other, Time gallops with you; for it is only an hour and a half ago, and I laugh at those who tell me that time goes slowly with me, and that I judge by imagination. They do not know that I judge by my watch.

Le dernier acte est sanglant, quelque belle soit la comédie en tout le reste.

Picasso said that art is a lie, but a lie that tells the truth ... Calder wondered what Picasso had meant. Was it that art wasn't exactly the real world, but it said something real?

Depending on how you look at things. Your world could change completely. His thought, was that most people bend over backwards to fit everything that happened to them into something that they could understand. In other words, people some times twisted what was actually in front of them to fit what they they thought should be there, and never even realize they were doing it. People like to see what they were supposed to see and find what they were supposed to find.

It frightens me, the awful truth, of how sweet life can be...

All the truth in the world adds up to one big lie.

songs, to me, were more important than just light entertainment. They were my preceptor and guide into some altered consciousness of reality. Some different republic, some liberated republic... whatever the case, it wasn't that I was anti-popular culture or anything and I had no ambition to stir things up. I just thought of mainstream culture as lame as hell and a big trick. It was like the unbroken sea of frost that lay outside the window and you had to have awkward footgear to walk with.

I think the truly natural things are dreams, which nature can't touch with decay.

Twenty years of schooling and they put you on the day shift - look out out kid, they keep it all hid

We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it

You say you lost your faith But that's not where it's at You had no faith to lose And you know it

All I'd ever done was sing songs that were dead straight and expressed powerful new realities. I had very little in common with and knew even less about a generation that I was supposed to be the voice of.

Definition destroys ... there's nothing definite in this world

And songs, to me, were more important than just light entertainment. They were my preceptor and guide into some altered consciousness of reality, some different republic, some liberated republic.

But it grieves my heart, love, To see you tryin' to be a part of A world that just don't exist. It's all just a dream, babe, A vacuum, a scheme, babe, That sucks you into feelin' like this. I can see that your head Has been twisted and fed By worthless foam from the mouth. I can tell you are torn Between stayin' and returnin' On back to the South. From To Ramona